Before Jia She could prop up his upper body, he uttered a sound from the pain, and then the pain came from all his limbs, making him who was raised by gold and jade when he was young, curl up into a ball, like a baby still in the mother's womb, Find a shelter.

Immediately, Daoist Zhang, who had been standing aside for a long time, pasted a piece of talisman paper over, fixed Jia She's figure, and then asked the boy to help Jia She into the room to rest with a solemn expression.

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